26th January, 2018
Danielle,
I stole Tola's first kiss today. Tola is my fifth boyfriend and I can tell he really likes me. I should feel guilty for stealing his first kiss seeing I don't feel anything, but I'm not. I'm making him happy after all.
I was the one who initiated the kiss. Badass Denise. I saw the way he was looking at me. He really wanted it, but was at a loss on what to do. I decided to put him out of his misery, so I drew him closer and reached up to press my lips against his. He was shocked for a moment, but soon recovered and kissed me like there was no tommorow. Hearing him sigh and look at me with dazed eyes as I pulled away made me feel content. Although I couldn't feel it, I made someone really happy.
When he dropped me off and thought I wasn't looking, he touched his lips before smiling like he won the lottery. I had done a good deed today.
I know I'm pretty. I have mirrors, don't I? I love my dark curly mid length hair and my hazel eyes. My skin is a soft caramel. I am neither too short nor too tall, just the perfect height and I'm plump in just the right places. It's no surprise that I get a lot of boys' attention.
The longest I've ever dated anyone is a year. C-Jay is who you would call the school's star boy. Of course I felt nothing with him, but I just loved the idea of him. He never expected much from me; I just had to stay there by his side. One of the prettiest and most popular girls in school with the school's golden boy. A perfect couple.
C-Jay was my first everything. First real kiss, first boyfriend, first fuck. Of course everyone heard about that last bit. Bragging about it to his boys was an offer he couldn't pass. From then on, I was bad Denise, Denise the slut, Miss Bitch and other colorful names I don't care to remember. It was one of the rare occasions I was glad I felt nothing.
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